Thud, thud, thud!
In the next instant, amid a deafening blast, Yuan Fan's body shook violently. He felt as though the saber in his hand was about to fly free, his tiger's mouth nearly splitting apart, and he staggered several steps backward.
After steadying himself, his breathing was already in disarray, his face pale!
"What?!"
"The Marshal... the Marshal lost?! This is the first time I've ever seen the Marshal defeated!!"
The soldiers in every direction were all dumbfounded at the sight.
Gao Wanfeng, Pei Chenyuan, and the others also had their expressions change sharply. Yuan Fan had actually been unable to defeat Long Zhenhai?
In other words, Long Zhenhai truly possessed the strength he had at his peak?!
How was that possible?!
Hadn't they said the Vast Void Dragon Clan had already declined?
How could someone who had vanished without a trace, rumored to have perished centuries ago, suddenly reappear?!
"Damn it!"
Pei Chenyuan cursed inwardly. He had originally believed victory was already in the bag today, and that Jiang Bei had walked straight into the net.
Who would have thought that he had come prepared?
And so thoroughly prepared at that!
"What do we do now?"
Pei Chenyuan looked at Gao Wanfeng beside him and transmitted his voice in secret.
"Long Zhenhai's strength is unfathomable. Not to mention the Vast Void Dragon Clan elites behind him. This main military camp isn't ours to begin with; there's no need to take such a risk here!"
Gao Wanfeng replied through voice transmission.
"If I had fully recovered to my peak, I wouldn't fear Long Zhenhai in the slightest! Unfortunately... I only have seventy or eighty percent of my strength! Damn it, I still can't kill Jiang Bei today! When will my Ten Thousand Mothers Cauldron return to my hands?"
Pei